Lyrics

[Intro] (Wake up, F1LTHY) [Chorus] Sick, sick, sick, sick Sick, sick, sick, sick (Yeah) Yeah, that bitch is fucking sick Yeah, that's lit, bitch, I'm sick too, huh Yeah, that bitch is fucking sick Yeah, that's lit, bitch, I'm sick too Bitch, I'm sick too (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] Walk in with a baddie Bih red like a strawberry Met her in London but I fucked that bitch in Paris I got brand new Rick, I need morties (Yeah) Geeked out my body, I can't get no sleep I'ma need my session 'fore I fucking leave Came up out that gutter, now my money clean I done ran it up and now they callin' me Let that choppa sing (Shit) Sippin' on the drank I had to take the risk All black, I hunt, I walk with a dirty stick I love my gang, I tatted on my ribs You know I'm sick, look at how I live [Chorus] Sick, sick, sick, sick Sick, sick, sick, sick Yeah, that bitch is fucking sick Yeah, that's lit, bitch, I'm sick too Yeah, that's lit, bitch, I'm sick too Yeah, that's lit, bitch, I'm sick too [Verse 2] I can't lie now, I miss you You're the only one I'm into, huh Even with the lights out Baby, I can see the real you Fresh as fuck inside this big body Girl, you gon' be geeked 'cause that's a lot of molly I can't pull up late 'cause, bitch, I am the party Gotta watch my back, I ain't trust anybody I ain't trust anybody